You can’t write a story
Like you are being told what to say.
It has to be your own idea,
Formed in the deepest recesses of your mind.
Still, I like your spirit
Anyone who says “Here’s the deadline, write me a story”
Deserves a response
So I’ll tell you a secret instead:
Stories hide. In the deepest corners of your mind,
They are waiting.
They are the characters running rampantly throughout your imagination.
What we must do is find a way to capture and develop them.
Once I knew a great writer who
Collected stories from the dewdrops on spiderwebs.
He swished the dewdrops around in his mouth, and tried to decide
Whether or not they would make good stories.
His ideas swirled around in his mind, telling him what to write about.
Sometimes his ideas were fully formed and could flow straight out of his mind
Into ink on a page.
Most times, they had to be swallowed and digested to form a new story.
Maybe if we follow his example
And search for the dewdrops on spiderwebs,
We find that we already know how to write
The stories in our heads.
Check your mind for cobwebs, see if there are any dewdrops,
collect them and see what forms in the water,
tell me if it’s any good, and even if it’s not,
Let me know.